GILGARRA MOUNTAIN (Whiskey in the Jar)
A traditional Irish ballad as performed by Peter, Paul, & Mary (1965)
Capo 1
[Intro]
C Am F G
[Verse 1]
C Am
As I was a goin' over Gilgarra Mountain,
F C
I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin'.
C Am
First I drew me pistols, and then I drew me rapier, sayin'
F C
"Stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver."
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 2]
C Am
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny.
F C
I put in me pocket to take home to darlin' Jenny.
C Am
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me,
F C
But the devil take the women for they always lie so easy.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 3]
C Am
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber,
F C
To dream of gold and girls, and o'course it was no wonder-
C Am
Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,
F C
Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 4]
C Am
Next mornin' early before I rose to travel,
F C
A' came a band o' footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.
C Am
I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away me rapier,
F C
But a prisoner I was taken- I couldn't shoot the water.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 5]
C Am
They put me into jail, with the judge all a-writin':
F C
"For robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain."
C Am
But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down,
F C
And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 6]
C Am
I'd like to find me brother, the one that's in the army.
F C
I don't know where he's stationed, in Cork or in Killarney.
C Am
Together we'd go roamin' o'er the mountains of Kilkenny,
F C
And I swear he'd treat me fairer than me darlin' sportin' Jenny.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
[Verse 7]
C Am
There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin',
F C
And some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin'.
C Am
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
F C
Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin' oh so early.
[Chorus]
G
Mush-a-ring-um duram da,
C
Whack fol the daddy-o,
Am F
Whack fol the daddy-o,
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
